Chapter 59: Muffled moans

Chapter 59: Muffled moans
Immediately he gripped at the waistband of my pants and yanked them down before swiftly removing my underwear, leaving me completely naked beneath him. He paused and gazed up at me. Then he removed his hand from my mouth and grabbed one of the pillows.

“I’m going to need to use both of my hands for this… so why don’t you use this to keep your moans nice and soft,” he said.

I nodded and took the pillow from him, immediately placing it against my mouth.

He moved between my thighs, propping them up and lowering his face right above my entrance so that I could feel the heat of his breath against me. His one hand reached out and fondled one of my breasts, the other moved between my thighs, hovering just a small distance above my entrance, before sliding between the folds of skin.

I grabbed on tighter to the pillow as he let his finger softly caress at my clit, teasing it ever so gently. And then, while his fingers were busy, he let his tongue join. I could feel myself throbbing, wanting nothing more than for him to move just a little faster. But I could see in his eyes that he enjoyed playing with me the way he did.

Eventually his entire mouth was against my clit, his tongue flicking against it feverishly. His fingers had now moved down inserting themselves right inside of me. He started off with one, inching it in nice and slowly, gently letting it rub against my walls as he curled his fingers slightly. The feeling of pleasure overtook my body, sending it into some sort of heated frenzy. I let go of the pillow and then grabbed at his hair, tugging it as I pushed him further between my legs. He chuckled and moved his tongue a little faster and harder against my clit while plunging his finger even deeper inside me and accompanying it with a second. I placed my forearm in front of my mouth and bit onto it, supressing all of the loud moans that would have left my lips.

Eventually, my thighs began to shake, and my toes started to curl as I anticipated the oh so sweet feeling of an orgasm. But Nicholas stopped right before I could succumb to the pleasure. I gazed up at him, infuriated, even more so when I caught a glimpse of his smile. He shook his head.

“Don’t frown like that… I’ll give you something to make you feel even better.” He removed my forearm from my lips and leaned down, his arms on either side of my head. His lips met with mine and immediately I moaned against them as he lowered himself down and entered me. My hands snaked around his back and I buried my nails into his skin. That caused him to groan and sink himself deeper into me. I could feel him harden and twitch and that only made me want him more.

“F-fuck me… p-please…” I said, parting from his kiss.

He bit his lip and nodded.

“Bite down on me to keep those sexy moans nice and quiet,” he said, leaning down right against me and burying his head in the crook of my neck, giving me ample access to his. I turned my head and bit softly against his flesh. He groaned against mine and grabbed me tighter, gripping my legs and then thrusting nice and deep and slowly. I moved along with him, meeting his thrusts. His movements were careful, making sure not to be too loud, and yet still, they had me melting into him.

I whimpered against his neck, completely focused on how good he made me feel. My legs soon wrapped around his hips and our movements became increasingly desperate. I wanted more. More friction, more heat, more skin. Just more of him. No matter how close I got to him, it just didn’t feel as though it were enough. At least not until he placed his body right against mine, letting his length plunge nice and deep, reaching all of those decadent sweet spots. By now I’d bitten onto Nicholas’ neck so hard that I was sure it would leave a nice hickey. But Nicholas didn’t seem to mind one bit. I could feel the heat of his ragged panting against my skin. He was trying to keep quiet too, and the way he’d buried his head into the crook of my neck, I could tell that he was struggling.

And just when I thought the feeling couldn’t get any better, I felt myself tighten up, and that feeling of desperate anticipation creep up on me. Nicholas wasn’t too far off either and I could feel him tense up, harden and throb right against my tightening walls.

Immediately I stopped biting Nicholas and whispered into his ear, “I’m c-cumming! So don’t stop!”

He gazed up at me before saying, “M-me too!”

That was when I finally gave in and the pleasurable, orgasmic bliss completely consumed me. To muffle my pleasure-filled screams, Nicholas covered my mouth with his, his tongue entwining with mine. He soon pulled out, succumbing to his own orgasmic bliss, and let his cum shoot against my chest. It was warm and wet, and drizzled down to my stomach.

Nicholas gazed down at me, a dark, satisfied look in his eyes.

“Looking at you drenched in my cum like that… makes me want to ravage you over again in the loudest, most vulgar way possible,” he said, walking towards one of the cupboards and retrieving from it a towel.

I was taken aback by his words but left hot and bothered too.

“Should we book into a hotel too?” I asked.

As he neared me with the towel and used it to gently clean me up, he laughed and then shrugged.

“I’m contemplating it.”

Once I was cleaned up, Nicholas grabbed me and pulled me against him before kissing me tenderly.

“I love you,” he whispered against my lips.

I smiled and repeated his words, knowing from the bottom of my heart, that I meant them.